08 February 2010
When I was a child, in country here, and she was a child, in country there, we flipped through Sunday's catalogs, and obliged ourselves to pick one thing, no more, and no less, from each page, no matter how wanton or waning our desires for a collection fell. I'm taller now, and my silver hairs thrive, and Sunday is no longer black & white cookie day, but the thrill of the catalog game remains, updated for my third decade to include a Bakst evocation alongside each chosen jewel.
I'm sure I've told you before, but its worth repeating: I hate breaking rules. Rules dictate that I must tell you that in exchange for this post, LuShae Jewelry is sending me a piece of my choosing. They asked so nicely, and I was so thrilled to receive an email that had been spell-checked that I just couldn't say no. What will I choose? Though I'm rather a snide little snob re: CZs, I like the Baba Beaton moment of the Once Upon a Star earrings, and the flower buds satisfy that desire to sprinkle tiny diamonds across my ears like the elf I'd like to be.